Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, where the Truckee's flow,
Where the cattle are "a-browzin'," an' the Spanish grow;
Where the "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the Neutral Strip;
And the dogs are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
Where the cayotes come a-howlin' 'round the ranches dark,
And the bluebirds are a-singin' to the "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely plovers
It was there I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The boys had left the and come to town in piles;
The ladies"kinda scatterin'"had in for miles..
The room was togged out gorgeous-with and shawls,
And flickered frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk looked lovely-the looked kinda treed,
the leader got to yellin': "Hey! fellers, let's stampede,"
And the music sighin', an' awailin' through the hall
As a kind of introduction to "The Cowboys' Ball."

Their leader was a feller that came Swenson's ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," from "little Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big and high-heeled boots;
He had the reputation that come "a fellers shoots."
His voice was a bugle upon a mountainous height;
His feet animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, stake your pen!
"Lock horns with all heifers, an' russle 'em like men.
"Saloot yer critters; now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape vine 'round 'emall do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the round-up- skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Christmas Ball

tell me 'bout cotillions, or germans. No sire'ee!
That whirl at Carson City just takes the cake me.
I'm sick of shufflin's, of them I've had my fill,
Just Give me a frontier break-down, up by Wild Ol' Bill.

McAllister ain't nowhere, when leads the show,
I've seen 'em both in harness, and so I know
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and oftentimes recall,
That lively sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Oh, Bill, I sha'n't ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray"The Cowboys' Ball."